Marry My Lecture's

chapter 13

If you think I'm not polite with Mr. Iqbaal because of some of my behavior that seems to be rebellious or should not I do it. But I really respect Mr. Iqbaal especially he was chosen by Mama to accompany me in the future. My odd behavior is because I.ya just want to make Mr. Iqbaal not stiff and fierce. Even though my heart still wants Ardian....

"When do you want to come in?" Said sir Iqbaal.

The door opened wide enough to give me entry. Not much has changed since I was here yesterday.

"I know your home printer's broken."

"Do you know?"

"I saw you this morning at the rental place."

I just ngokguk not complicated, even though from his apartment, where the rental that I came this morning had passed the campus.

"Indeed should be done now huh, sir? In here?"

"Yes. Here, so you don't have to meet me tomorrow. After your assignment is done, I'll drive you home."

Fak!!!!! I guess-it's up, sir!

Mr. Iqbaal entered his room after providing 2 cups of tea to the table. Just because the word 'fucking' que must make a task in front of my own lecturer!

"You don't have a laptop, do you?"

I'm nagging.

"Pake has me. Do not open anything other than your files!"

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Confidential"

"A grown-up file, sir? Not bad father

got fifty shades?! The Grey!!!"

Mr. Iqbaal seemed a little misbehaved when I accused him of it. Funny oath. But I am just a prank! "Hahaha.quiet aja,pak. Mr. Iqbaal is big - already can.ah ah."

"Don't be noisy about learning."

After that, no one talked between me and Mr. Iqbaal. He continued to read his book and I did a task-once see Mr. Iqbaal-

"Sir."

"Hm?"

"Bak Gita's birthday huh, sir? Why don't you go?"

"Whisper!"

I was in it if Iqbaal sir was doing that. My job is done, mending toy hape. My camera is aimed at Mr. Iqbaal who is reading a book. Funny for instastory. "Satpam 💂"

And then Amel called me all of a sudden.

"Huh.."

"That's Iqbaal sir, right?"

Hearing the slurs from Amel makes me more dizzy especially Mr. Iqbaal looks disturbed because of my interaction and Amel.

"Denger first, Mel"

I knew Amel had my mom across the phone. It's safer if I move into the kitchen.

"What else? I know clearly that guy you took pictures of is Mr. Iqbaal."

"Let's go! Crazy what?"

"Gue knows it's a book, Stefhanie. I bought it for her gift."

"Kok I just found out you are giving a gift to Mr Iqbaal? That's not your favorite lecturer, Mel."

"Emang if I give you a gift sir Iqbaal

wh why? Lo jealous?"

"Where might I be jealous, Mel. People have nothing to do with Iqbaal sir."

From the pantry table, I heard there were footsteps approaching and of course it was Mr. Iqbaal. "That's Andrew."

"Andrew?"

"What are you talking about my sister?"

The apocalypse is already on! I do not know what to explain to Amel about the voice of Mr. Iqbaal. And I can't explain more to Mr. Iqbaal about Andrew's links.

"My job is done, sir. The file's in your laptop folder."

"Wait first. Why'd Andrew's name come on the phone with whom?"

"Leonard,pak. It was Lukman."

"I'm taking it."

"Have you chosen the ring?"

"I don't want to talk about that first, sir."

"Stop acting like a teenage girl, Steffi."

"I'm not ready to get married yet, how?"

This was already at the end of the afternoon and of course the road was severely jammed. Bayangin.

Lo. Together with the fierce lecturer. When stuck.

Hells!

"That's no excuse to dodge, Stef." "Why is it always me who is desperate, clean, sir? Is it wrong for me to not be ready? It's my fault that I still want to stick with my single status?"

"Will that also apply to Ardian who is in my position?"

I miss the same debate Mr. Iqbaal, but this topic makes me really want to continue our debate.

About me, him, Ardian.

And Iqbaal asked her right as a husband-to-be.

"Father is not Ardian."

Because my debate with Mr. Iqbaal has not been completed even when the traffic lights have become green and the streets are getting friendlier, iqbaal and I pulled over at one of the closest mosques to live the obligation as Muslims.

"Bring mukena?"

"Religious. I don't know if my father will

take me to the apartment or stop by the mosque."

"Udah? It's behind there's mukena."

"Gita's mom?"

Mr. Iqbaal diem keeps coming out to get meukena. I also got out of the car.

"Have Audy tea."

"I borrow it, sir?"

"Jude."

And my magrib prayer this time is imaminated sir Iqbaal. Original heart I do not control since seeing the face he was wet with water ablution. Feel like fussing. But emang said that guy anyway, the guy who abis wudhu is more cute!

Do not know how Amel reaction when Iqbaal sir kayak gini.

On the way home, Iqbaal sir many diem kama may forget the same debate we had earlier. He kept asking for example my husband is Ardian, would it be the same.

And of course I'm kelit because heading to the guarantee with Ardian it feels difficult first he who wants to nitih his career as an architect. Ardian and Iqbaal are different and I can't answer that question.

"Stefs. Want to eat first?"

"No need, go straight to my house, sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mom will you eat out?"

He took a brief hiccup before saying that he was going home to Aunt Sofi's house because the apartment was only a place of escape and his only hiding place.

"Many people know that I have an apartment."

"Gita Ma'am?"

"Yet. We rarely even meet."

"It's too busy, sir?"

Mr. Iqbaal raised his shoulders with his eyes still fixed on the streets of my home complex.

"How about eating in my house, sir? If from home to the house of the father's parents quite far."

"Ngga. Easy."

"Thank you, sir. I'm going to bother giving

place to do the job."

"Steff's."

"We are not muslims."

"Yes?"

And the puzzle of the question in my brain becomes more complete. The question of the reason sir Iqbaal did not marry the same mbak Gita and turned to me.

"Love me time."